Mysterious Recovery

Yang Jian used Zhang Zhidong as an ordinary person as a bait, and then cooperated with the method of transferring the ghost attack for the dead doll to create a spiritual conflict, the purpose of which is to free the ghost on the red wooden bench from the shackles of the medium and truly reveal it.

As long as the ghost appears, it can be restricted under current conditions.

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With the occurrence of the spiritual conflict, the red wooden stool began to shake violently, and a terrifying and strange figure emerged.

That is the figure of a ghost.

It's just that this figure is very vague, as if shrouded in a layer of haze, there is only a humanoid silhouette that is not clear enough, and this humanoid silhouette is still distorted, as if struggling, and as if to laugh to death at any time.

The ghost wanted to kill the surrogate doll in Yang Jian's hand because Zhang Zhidong triggered Li Gui's law of killing.

But this ghost cannot leave the medium of the red wooden stool.

Then, under this kind of spiritual conflict, how can the ghost kill the surrogate doll?

Yang Jian squinted his eyes slightly, squeezing the dirty old puppet doll in his hand, waiting for the situation to happen further,

No one can predict what will happen during the process of spiritual conflict. He is just making bold speculations based on his past experience and his personal way of dealing with things.

"A ghost has appeared..." Feng Quan also stared at the weird ghost on the red wooden bench.

"No, it's not an appearance, it's just that the supernatural power has begun to affect the reality. The ghost has not really been exposed from the media, and the supernatural conflict continues." Tong Qian is also watching carefully, he saw the figure of this ghost. Not stable.

The ghost wanted to attack the replacement doll in Yang Jian's hand, but he refused to leave the red wooden stool.

The medium is constraining the ghost.

At the same time, the ghost's law of killing is forcing the ghost to act.

In this situation, the ghost himself was fighting against himself, and Yang Jian was like an experienced hunter, playing with this terrifying ghost.

Only ghosts can deal with ghosts!

This sentence seems to have been very thoroughly understood by Yang Jian. He has never thought of using the power of a living person to contend with ghosts, but has been trying to create this kind of spiritual conflict, even creating a logical loop.

"Look over there, the other red wooden stools are beginning to break." Suddenly, Li Yang pointed to the rows of weird red wooden stools in the lobby of the building.

The red wooden stools seemed to have lost some kind of support at the moment, and cracks began to appear, and then they broke directly, and then the wood on the ground continued to crack and turn into a pile of sawdust, and then the pile of sawdust. It all seemed to have turned into a cold breath and drifted away with the wind.

"The red wooden bench is the medium of the ghost. Now that the ghost wants to break away from the red wooden bench, then there is no need for this medium to exist without the support of spiritual power." Feng Quan said immediately.

Then his gaze quickly shifted to the red wood in front of him.

The ghost's figure became clearer.

They could even see the old clothes on Li Gui's body that did not look like modern style, and the cold and vague face.

It's just that this ghost has no legs.

Do not.

The ghost has legs curled up on the red wooden stool, as if they were growing together.

Ghosts can't move, and the red wooden stools are objects that carry ghosts.

The ghost appeared through the wooden bench and killed the people on the wooden bench.

But at this moment the ghost was trying to get up and leave, his stiff body was twisting, struggling, and then getting rid of the shackles of the wooden stool a little bit.

Other places in the building.

The strange wooden stool that appeared before began to break and shatter in a more rapid way, and then turned into powder and disappeared.

The number of media is declining at an unimaginable rate.

Once the ghost completely leaves this red wooden bench, all media will disappear.

Ghosts will also completely invade reality.

As the decoy, Zhang Zhidong was about to faint in horror. Others could not see clearly, but he could see very clearly.

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An extremely terrifying ghost was twisting the stiff body like a corpse beside him.

Fuzzy face, hollow eyes, look at me from time to time, as if I am going to kill myself at any time, but I don’t know why every time this ghost is attracted by something and turns to stare in another direction, and both There seems to be an invisible contest between them.

Zhang Zhidong is not stupid. He instinctively felt that once this terrible ghost attacked him, then he would definitely die.

Because his body can't move, he has lost control, even if he wants to escape, there is nothing he can do.

As the spiritual confrontation continues, various changes are still happening.

Except for this red wooden stool that Zhidong sat on, almost all of the other red wooden stools used as media have disappeared, and the supernatural phenomena in the Ning'an Building have been well removed.

Even Yang Jian himself could feel that the ghost domain of ghost eyes could extend out without any hindrance.

This is both good news and bad news.

Without the shackles of the media, ghosts are at risk of losing control, and they might become even more dangerous.

"The situation doesn't seem to be as smooth as expected." Yang Jian frowned slightly.

He found that the ghost shadow on the wooden bench was struggling at this moment. It was not as violently as before, and Li Gui's figure began to blur again, as if it was about to disappear from his eyes again.

"Did it fail? The restraint of the media seems to be stronger, and it seems that there is no way to draw this ghost out of the dead doll." Feng Quan said with a little surprise.

The dead doll in Yang Jian's hands is still struggling and moving.

This shows that the effect of replacing the dead doll is still there.

Although it is a one-time supernatural item, it hasn't had a problem so far. Isn't it possible that this time the dead doll can't be transferred from the attack of the ghost on the wooden bench?

"Whether it fails depends on whether Zhang Zhidong, who is also sitting on the wooden bench, is still alive. If he dies, it means that the death doll has lost its effect. In the confrontation between the supernatural and supernatural, the ghost is stronger."

It's just very strange that Zhang Zhidong is not dead either.

Although he is frightened and afraid, he has been living well.

The ghost's figure has been blurred with only a weird outline, the struggling movement has stopped, the wooden stool has not moved, and Zhang Zhidong has not been attacked by the ghost.

The expected situation has gone wrong.

"Hey, nothing happened, Xiao Yang, did you break it?" Xiong Wenwen couldn't help saying.

Feng Quan lit a cigarette and started smoking: "The ghost did not kill, nor did he leave the red wooden bench to kill the substitute doll, nor did the ghost disappear... It seems that the nature of the supernatural has been changed."

"Frozen?" Li Yang looked at Yang Jian.

"It's not a crash. If the ghost crashes, then the wooden stool as a medium should also disappear, but it hasn't disappeared. Maybe the ghost will have other changes after the death doll dies, but it seems to be a good thing at the moment. The ghost seems to stop. Lost the activity and fell into a special state."

Yang Jian felt that this ghost was like self-conflict, entering a strange balance.

And it is the dead doll in his hand that maintains the balance.

But the surrogate doll can't always exist, it will consume.

"Take this red wooden stool away, and then check to see if there are other red wooden stools in the building. If not, then this supernatural incident can be considered resolved. As long as ordinary people don't have access to the media, then it will be fine. "Tong Qian said.

Yang Jian looked up at Ning'an Building at this moment.

Ghost domain coverage.

Everything in the building was clearly peeped by ghost eyes.

"It can be confirmed that this is the last red wooden stool. The other red wooden stools seem to have disappeared during the conflict. It seems that this situation is not bad."

Yang Jian retracted his gaze, then looked at that Zhang Zhidong: "Can you still move?"

Zhang Zhidong's attention was all on the Li Gui next to him at this time.

He stared at the ghost that was gradually falling into calm, his heart beating wildly, and he dared not make any movements.

Zhang Zhidong himself didn't realize that he was not corroded by the spiritual power. He could move, but the body was still sitting there tightly, and it seemed that he still didn't listen to his orders.

He didn't respond to Yang Jian's question, and he didn't seem to hear it.

However, through observation, he could already see that Zhang Zhidong's hands and feet were twitching.

It was a tremor caused by excessive tension.

This shows that the red wooden stool has failed to suppress him.

Yang Jian walked over, grabbed him by the collar and directly picked it up again.

As soon as he left the red wooden stool, the ghost in front of him disappeared, leaving only a vague and strange figure remaining on the stool.

Then, Zhang Zhidong woke up in shock.

"It seems that this matter has been dealt with temporarily, take this red wooden bench away, together with the ghost on it, turn around and detain it, lest this red wooden bench reappear elsewhere."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he let go of Zhang Zhidong: "Your task is completed, things are simpler than expected."

Then his ghost eyes opened, and the ghost domain spread.

Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Li Yang, Huang Ziya...and others are disappearing quickly.

They are leaving, leaving Dadong City and returning to Dachang City.

The red wooden stool incident is over, and even though the ghost is still there, Yang Jian controls the last medium, and can be regarded as imprisoning the ghost.

Zhang Zhidong was dumbfounded just after he recovered.

The group of people who were still in front of them had disappeared at this time.

The red wooden stool also disappeared.

"Almost forgot." At this moment, Yang Jian's figure suddenly appeared again, and he strode towards Zhang Zhidong.

A cold, black palm slowly lifted up.

"You, what do you want to do?" Zhang Zhidong stepped back subconsciously, feeling uneasy.

"Give you an operation." Yang Jian just finished speaking, and his black palm slammed into Zhang Zhidong's head.

"what!"

He yelled subconsciously.

However, it was not painful. Obviously, one palm was completely submerged in his forehead, but there was no pain at all. It just felt a flash of coldness, which made people tremble.

Yang Jian retracted his palm, and after he spread it out, a small group of scarlet tumors was taken out.

Zhang Zhidong looked at the mass of things stupidly, and when he was about to say something, the person in front of him had disappeared.

Everything was restored to peace.

There is no that weird red wooden stool around, nor that special group of people...

"This is not a dream." Zhang Zhidong was stunned for a long time, when a gust of cold wind blew, his body felt a burst of coldness before he could react.

I have left the hospital and have been standing in front of the Ning'an Building in a medical suit for a while.

After he was fully awake, he felt afraid for a while when he recalled what had happened, and left here as if hurriedly fleeing.

While running, I was still reminiscing about what happened just now.

The ghost on the wooden bench, and the group of people... is this true?

There is such a strange and weird thing in this world, and it happened to him.

Zhang Zhidong was panting. He didn't know how long he ran before he came to the lobby of the hospital where he was before.

The anxiety and fear in my heart gradually alleviated when the lights in the hospital were shining brightly and the crowds were moving around.

He returned to the ward.

But he stayed up all night tonight.

The next day, he thought of what happened last night, and immediately asked the doctor to recheck his body.

As a result, something very bizarre happened.

He didn't have any disease. He was told that everything was normal when he had a craniotomy before, and the tumor in his brain disappeared strangely.

"That's Yang Jian, who is it?"

Later, Zhang Zhidong began to become curious about the bizarre thing last night, anxiously seeking an answer in his heart.

But Yang Jian didn't pay attention to this Zhang Zhidong.

As an ordinary person or a stranger, Yang Jian rarely cares about it

Although he didn't have much time to come to Dadong City this time, it only took three or four hours to come, but a lot of things happened.

I thought it was just a simple act of revenge, but I didn't expect that it would attract a ghost master named Chen Qiaoyang, and the affairs of the ancient house of the Wang family seemed to involve a lot of things.

Of course, this operation is not entirely without gain.

Solved a group of potential threats, imprisoned a ghost and the red wooden stool, and at the same time stole half of Chen Qiaoyang's memory, and learned the secret of the resumption of the Wang family's ancient house.

"This time the incident is over. If you have nothing else, please go back and rest. In addition, pay attention to this time. The ghost riders who have suffered the pendulum clock curse in the ancient house of the Wang family are not the same as today. Although some ghost riders were cursed, they were not involved in this battle."

"Now that we have killed a large number of people, we are careful to attract some backlash and revenge."

Yang Jian returned to Shangtong Building to set up a company and said to everyone.

"Also, starting from tomorrow, Dachang City will step up vigilance. You can't be so lazy. The appearance of Chen Qiaoyang is a very bad signal. This shows that there are even earlier ghost wielders who survived in this world."

"With the continuous occurrence of supernatural events, these people will no longer be able to hide, and soon they will gradually emerge."

"People who can live from ten years ago or even decades ago to the present, you can imagine how dangerous they are."

Yang Jian's expression was not relaxed, with a bit dignified.

Because he learned from Chen Qiaoyang's memory that he was not the only person who survived that period.

"It seems that the spiritual circle will become more and more chaotic in the future." Feng Quan smoked, frowned, and said in a dull voice: "But this also proves that our previous arrangement is correct."

"With the captain from the headquarters, the situation shouldn't get worse." Li Yang said.

Huang Ziya smiled and said: "A man named Chen Qiaoyang dare to fight the three captains. If there are more, maybe they dare to attack the headquarters. The water in the spiritual circle is deep. I didn't think it before, but now it seems We are still too naive, but fortunately, our captain is holding it when the sky falls."

After speaking, she blinked at Yang Jian.

"Wrong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The threat of people is not big, the real threat is the supernatural event, because people can communicate, negotiate, and deter, but ghosts can't." Yang Jian said.

Although he was very concerned about being retaliated against, he was not too worried in his heart.

What he worries about is the supernatural event.

For example, the previous Red Wooden Stool incident, an apparently very common spiritual incident, made Yang Jian feel a little helpless. The magic weapons in his hand, the coffin nails and hatchets, did not work.

There is also the paper man carrying the sedan chair.

The fifth-tier ghost domain was easily invaded. If he hadn't been directed at Chen Qiaoyang at that time, he would have to face unimaginable dangers.

The pendulum clock restarted by Wang's family is also an unsolvable existence in Yang Jian.

"Forget it, it's very late today. I said that this is not appropriate. I'll discuss something tomorrow." Yang Jian said.

"Go home to sleep, go home to sleep, really sleepy." Xiong Wenwen immediately became excited when he heard that the meeting was about to adjourn.

Yang Jian didn't say much, his whole person had disappeared with a flash of red light, and the ghost boy also disappeared at the same time.

"Damn, Xiao Yang, are you leaving now? You take me." Xiong Wenwen yelled immediately.

"Let's drive back, it's not too far anyway, the captain must be busy with his own business," Tong Qian said.

Feng Quandao: "You go first, I will stay at the company tonight, lest there be any more accidents."

"Remember to notify if you have something." Li Yang said.

"certainly."

Soon, everyone left the meeting.

Only Feng Quan was left in the empty office.

Feng Quan was smoking a cigarette, but instead of dissipating, the smoke became thicker and thicker.

No, this is not smoke, but fog.

In the thick fog.

Feng Quan was meditating and muttering, "Has my memory been changed?"